"Scott!! Where the heck is my sweater you took?!" Mitch yelled at the top of his lungs to his bestfriend. Scott rolled off his bed and came into Mitch's room and glanced around.
"I gave that back to you."
"The purple one?"
"Yeah, man. It barely fit me anyway, why would I keep it?" Mitch rolled his eyes and plopped onto the floor. Scott frowned at his friend and sat next to him. Mitch refused to look at him. "Babe, what's wrong?" Mitch sighed and leaned his head on Scott's shoulder.
"You know that guy I was talking to?" Scott nodded. "He said he thinks I'm annoying and told me to stop talking to him. I looked at his Instgram and he was posting pictures of himself at parties. With a girl. He said he liked me yesturday. What did I do?" Scott shook his head and moved his body to face his shorter friend.
"Mitch, you're amazing. That guy was an asshole and you know it. You deserve better. You deserve to be treated like a freaking queen, understand?" Mitch chuckled under his breath. He moved, without thinking, to hug Scott. Scott laughed because his friend nearly pushed him down on the carpet. He soon realized that Mitch was trying to push him down. Surprising both of the boys, he let him. Mitch buried his head in Scott's shoulder. Both men felt relaxed. They'd laid together before, but never like this.
"Why can't I find guys like you?" Mitch whispered onto Scott's skin. Scott got goosebumps as he blurted,
"Because you already have me." Both of them froze before Mitch slowly raised his face to look at his friend. They just stayed there, on that floor, for what seemed like forever. Forever of examining every inch of each others beautiful faces. Memorizing every pore, every tiny wrinkle, every single perfect imperfection.
"I love you," both of the boys said without thinking before meeting each other's lips. The kiss was what both of them never knew they wanted; each other. Mitch smiled as he pulled away from his boyfriend's lips.
